Curious,
this day,
this life,
and where it leads.
So many
unforeseen
possibilities.
Roads that go,
graced by light,
divinity.
Thrones of gold
offered by
my enemies.
I can hear the wind blow.
I can feel the storm surge,
making me second guess
my plan
to capture it with words.
Thinking I
should get a net
and maybe then
I won’t forget them
before they get to my pen.
My mind’s a strange place,
but I remain
curious.
All of this describes to me
a world beyond
what I can see,
pages more to read.
Even though
I am afraid
of losing what I’ve made,
who I love,
so I tell them every day.
These words
are temporary,
but with luck
they’ll outlast me.
No one to pass
my life on to,
so, I
will give it for free.
Maybe I can pass along
my curiosity.
Maybe,
someone will read
my words
and wonder after me.
HG – 2021
